Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Eight, nine, ten,” I say.
He grins. “Now you’re giving me ideas.”
I touch his arm again. “Did you always want children?”
He turns a corner, guiding us toward the end of a block. A hotel’s frontage is all lit up, a giant rectangle of solid yellow in the darkness. He slows the car down, pulling up at the side of the road. Looking down at me, he’s so intense in the semidarkness, his silver hair begging me to trail my fingers through it.
“I’d thought about having a family before,” he says, “but I stopped trying to date years ago. I felt nothing.”
“It’s okay. You can talk about the past. It was before we knew each other.”
“I’ve never felt anything until you.” He touches my face, leans in, and tenderly kisses my cheek so the warm imprint stays there, teasing across my skin. “The second I saw your photo, I wish I’d never known anybody else. Only you. My Katy. Forever.”
“Forever,” I whisper, and then his lips crash into mine with a kiss.
I moan and press against him, squeezing onto his chest and digging my fingernails into his solid muscle. He’s so lean and muscular, his pecs hard against my hand, like all his protective impulses surging through him.
He suddenly stops, keeping his lips close to mine. “I’d fuck you in this car if I listened to the voice inside me.”
“What’s the voice, huh? A madman?”
“A wolf. A beast.”
I grin in delight. When I give myself over to the pleasure, I don’t have to think about nerves. I don’t have to think about anything except the feel of his breath moving across my face and his hand resting on my leg.
“Maybe I want you like that,” I tell him.
“No, my beautiful, perfect virgin, you don’t. I’ll lose control and fuck your tight pussy harder than I should. I need to take you slowly and gently.”
I sit up, letting my eyes go wide how he likes. That’s a thrill as unique as it is special, learning what makes my man tic, what causes him to look at me with even more attention, more hunger. “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Did you ever think of that, huh?”
His whole body shudders. He groans as he pushes against me, his lips touching mine, but it’s not quite a kiss. It’s more of a proclamation of his hunger.
“You don’t know what you’re saying. I’ll tie you to the bed and pound your virgin pussy. I’ll own you.”
I’m breathing hard. His words trigger something deep inside of me.
He smiles savagely. “Do you like it when I say things like that?”
“Hmm-mm.” I nod.
“You like it when I tell you I’m going to control your hot, curvy body. I will cuff you to the bed and slide into your tight slit.”
“Sam,” I whisper.
He leans back, trembling all over, then grabs the steering wheel. “We need to get upstairs.”
“Sam, I want it. I want the real you. The boy who listened to the dog. The superstitious man.”
He turns to me, his face filled with emotion and hunger now. There are so many shades to him, all contained in his intense eyes. “I never thought you’d say that.”
“You’re all I want,” I tell him. “I love you.”
He grabs my wrist softly, but I can feel the power in him beneath the gentleness. “I love you. We need to go. Now.”
He kisses my hand, then holds it as he pulls out of the spot and drives to the hotel. When we pull up, the valet approaches, whistling. “Quite the beast.”
I look at Sam, raising my eyebrow, basically saying, He’s talking about you. You’re the beast. Sam flashes me a smirk. He looks ready for anything, for everything, not just tonight. He looks ready for the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER 28
Sam
I gently guide her into the hotel room, my hand lightly resting on her hip. I can feel the handcuffs through her hoodie. She’s put them in her waistband, causing my balls to swell and the base of my dick to ache.
As soon as the door’s closed on our suite, I can’t white-knuckle my restraint any longer. I push her against the wall, growling like the horny animal I am when she throws her arms around me. She said she wanted the real me, all of me, but she doesn’t know what she’s asking.
She doesn’t know how badly I want to claim her. To really claim her, to throw her on the couch and tear off her clothes, drive immediately into her. It’s the dog in me. The animal. The hunger. I slow my kissing and gently caress her hips.
“I thought you were a madman, huh?” she whispers.
“I don’t want that,” I tell her gruffly. “Not for your first time. When your virgin body is filled with my dick, I want you to relax into it. I want to watch you as you give yourself to me.”